The most photographed woman in America stops beside you at Gate 12, presses a brass locker key and a folded claim-ticket into your palm, and never breaks stride: "Everything's in the letters. Bring them aboard Flight 077 — and trust the woman in blue."
Then Coralie Vance is gone into the crowd, and the board above you clatters over to BOARDING.
Everything you need is in this terminal. No outside knowledge required.
You slide into your seat as the cabin door seals with a pressurized sigh. Across the aisle, Coralie Vance doesn't look at you — but a stewardess in Meridian blue meets your eye and, very slightly, nods. In your bag: the letters, and a film canister that has nothing to do with love. The engines spool up. There's a whole night over the Atlantic to find out what you're really carrying.